Could be pushing 60, but I won't quibble, really. Anyway, you've prolly lived harder than this guy, so you will look older, younger.

More facebook shenanigans afoot... I've actually seen a few of these "community pages" already, and wondered how they were getting their info. Of particular interest is this little tidbit:



Interesting if you're at all working with online strategy... you have to stay on top with Facebook, and as the article suggests, FB has adopted the "ask for forgiveness, not permission" mantra.

http://www.web-strategist.com/blog/2010 ... ct-brands/

Careful where you buy that dainty apparel, ladies:

http://www.wptv.com/mostpopular/story/u ... ZrA6Q.cspx

(Monty breaks the sound barrier driving to the mall)

Former Food Network Host and Chef, Juan Carlos Cruz, was arrested last week in a murder for hire scheme. He paid some homeless dudes ten torn up halves of hundred dollar bills to choke his wife. They would receive the other halves of the bills upon her death.

TMZ interviews the homeless dudes:

http://www.tmz.com/videos?autoplay=true&mediaKey=874e5dd5-196a-48fe-9acf-29bcd49e55f2&isShareURL=true

NBC keeps a microbiologist on staff?

Japanese men should be all over this - http://www.snopes.com/risque/kinky/panties.asp

Not that this has anything to do with soiled panties being re-sold, but... over drinks this weekend, had this weird conversation with some girlfriends about clothes our moms used to buy us when we were kids. Now keep in mind, this was the late 70s/early 80s, so the pickins were slim for a kid, but we all had, at one point in our lives:

- bell bottom pants that were wide enough to hide a midget in each leg
- overalls, sometimes baggy
- jumpsuits (my friend commented on her red jumpsuit with Kermit sewn along one side and down the leg-- which reminded me of a kid I knew in elementary school that had the same motif, except instead of Kermit, it was Shaun Cassidy)
- turtlenecks under EVERYTHING-- long sleeve sweaters, jumpers, sweater vests.
- footie pajamas, and in that really heavy fleece material, which only made sense to wear if your house was 20 below every night, otherwise you'd roast in the damn things.
- Buster Brown shoes (I never had them, but one of my friends said she had an old picture of her wearing hers, and another friend asked "what were wrong with your feet that you had to wear 'special shoes'?")

Then we went off on a tangent to talk about Garanimals. Thankfully, my mother never succumbed to that demon, but one of my friend's moms had. And she said she could remember going to this woman's house in rural Pennsylvania, who actually sold Garanimals out of her house. Of course, I joked, "what, did they fall off the back of a truck or something?" which apparently wasn't too far off the mark. And she said she could remember her mom shuttling her, her friend and her friend's mom over to this woman's house, to try on clothes, all the while, the man of the house was in the other room watching televised sports or somesuch. Later when my friend commented to her mom about it, and how weird the whole situation was, both her mom and her friend's mom said unequivocally "but you couldn't beat the DEAL!" Which, for whatever reason, made me laugh really really hard.

I did have the misfortune, however, of getting some remarkably shitty clothes when I was in middle school. I think my mom thought she was doing me a favor by finding some deal on something and surprising me with it after school. It was inevitably something I'd groan about (internally of course) upon seeing, but I'd have to wear the damned thing at least once to satisfy my mom. Another friend of mine was way smarter than me, and said she used to go to the store and put the things she wanted on layaway, and then tell her mom about them later, so she always got what she wanted.

Don't get me wrong, I ain't complaining, but it seems kids have WAY more cooler choices today.

sears toughskins jeans (my fat stepbrother had to wear the husky size)
dickies

i'd probably still wear some footie pj's.

"husky"... now there's a term we don't see nearly enough of these days. I also remember looking at pattern books with my mom (did I mention my mom MADE some of my atrocious clothes too??), and they had a section in the catalog for larger girls, with the most unfortunate name "chubbette." I shit you not.

I kinda felt sorry for the boys that had to wear those Tough Skins. Those things looked like they wouldn't even bend at the knee.

i definitely rocked some husky toughskins around the 3rd or 4th grade. good times.

tough skins?

I Googled, but that's better clarification. Pretty special. All I had was a snazzy pair of paisley pants.

Around ages 3 - 5, I definitely had (and it was one of my favorite get ups) a green and yellow sweatsuit. Only in Eugene, OR, Green Bay, WI or Albany, GA (Monroe High School) does that color combo seem like a good idea.

Also, pretty sure I had to wear "husky" Lee dungarees around 2nd grade.

BAHAAH! My mom used to try to make us clothes, too. The ones I really remember were plaid shorts.

What was the opposite of Husky? There was something for us stringbeans, too, like "Slim" that I always had to try to find.

In high school, I pretty much sewed 50% of my clothes. I was pretty good at it too.

My mom sewed clothes for my sisters, but the only thing I remember her making for me was a pair of pajamas. They had Henry McKenna bottles all over them. She had "sign".

Happy 30th Anniversary, Mt. St. Helen's.

Also the 30th anniversary of Ian Curtis' suicide.

When I got to Malaysia a few weeks ago, it became clear immediately that the government has an on-going and aggressive anti-smoking campaign. They put rather graphic images on cigarette packs to discourage the populace from partaking. One that sticks in my mind is a picture of a premature baby lying on its back with a breathing tube and an eerie, unnatural reddish-orange glow. I think the caption translated roughly to "Smoking leads to poor Photoshop skills." Going through security in Dallas last week, they decided they wanted to rummage through my computer bag. The young TSA lady pulled a pack with that picture on it, and said, "Eeeewww, why did they put THAT on there? They don't put pictures of fat ladies on McDonald's bags." I was impressed.

This one was obviously aimed directly at me. It seems the Malay government has discovered that smoking causes gangrene. The caption on this translates to "Infidel piece of shit, change your name to Ninetoze immediately cause you are soooo fucked."

I, also, am a member of the husky alumni. A much simpler time.

Speaking of bygone eras, I would love to get my hands on a mid-to-late 80s "wishbook" catalog. Anyone else remember those coming in the mail, and then circling all the toys you wanted for Christmas? With all the crap on the internet, someone must have those archived.

edit: Yeah, I should prolly take this down. For the board-host's well-being.